Matilda's Reluctant Kiss
“W-what are you trying to do...?”
Matilda, boldly thrusting her plump breasts right in front of me, stuttered with her cheeks flushed bright red from shame.
“Are you really asking because you don’t know?”
I tossed the question with a mischievous grin, and her lips quivered. Soon, she made a resigned face and opened her mouth.
“I get it...”
“What exactly do you get?”
To my repeated prodding, she looked me straight in the eye and spoke.
“You wanna fuck me, right? My body’s what you’re after, isn’t it?”
Saying that, Matilda subtly leaned her head toward me.
“Is it okay... with someone like me?”
“As long as it’s not a monster.”
She answered with surprising firmness. From her attitude, it seemed people in this world had an extreme aversion to sex with other races. No, it was the same in my reality. Who the hell would want to screw a beast like a talking pig? Even goblins gave me, a guy, a slight sense of disgust. Sex with those things? Not even worth joking about.
“Excellent.”
Curving my lips into a satisfied smile, I gently caressed her cheek. Matilda’s body seemed to heat up noticeably; she flashed a seductive smile that tempted my reason and spoke.
“Let me loose.”
She pleaded in a sweet, syrupy voice.
“Why?”
“You’re not planning to do it like this, are you? I wanna wrap around each other. And... I’ve got plenty of experience—it won’t disappoint.”
With that, she flicked out her pink tongue. Her voluptuous body shook dramatically at the same time. Incredibly alluring. Her sun-kissed, healthy brown skin. Her blindingly white hair. A captivating Latin beauty.
But I instinctively knew this was her ploy. Hell, anyone would. Her favorability and loyalty were both at 0. For someone like her to play along so cooperatively? Only one explanation came to mind.
The second she’s free, she’ll try to take me down.
Not a bad plan. A rough mercenary like her charging at me? My odds of winning didn’t look great. Meaning, free her here, and I’d be the one getting wrecked.
...Of course, I’d summon goblins first.
Chuckling softly, I clamped down hard on her breast.
“Eek!”
A tiny moan slipped from between her lips. The slightly muffled sound was delicious. I fondled the soft mound pressing into my palm a few times before speaking.
“Your proposal’s tempting, Ms. Matilda... but no can do.”
“What...”
“I’m a paranoid coward.”
“...”
“But show me a little sincerity, and I’ll free you right now.”
“A little sincerity?”
She shot back, looking genuinely puzzled. I traced a soft smile on my lips.
“Nothing hard.”
With that, I lifted her chin and pressed my lips to hers.
“Hmmp!”
The instant our lips collided, a ragged breath burst from her. She hadn’t expected me to go straight for a kiss; she clamped her mouth shut, floundering in panic.
“...Hah, uh. Mm!”
A pained moan leaked from her tightly sealed lips. She’d acted so confident about sex, so I figured her kissing game was pro-level too—but surprisingly, it sucked. No real experience, from the look of it. Matilda’s shoulders trembled helplessly as she took it.
“Kissing’s not your strong suit. Truth is, you’re pretty green, aren’t you?”
“...”
She gave no answer, just clenched her lips tighter and darted her gray eyes around. Chuckling lightly, I dipped my head again and claimed her lips. This time, her sultry mouth yielded softly against mine.
“Hah, uh...”
Matilda offered no real resistance. She just obediently followed my lead. Felt like kissing a virgin.
“You wouldn’t happen to be one, would you?”
I asked, squeezing her breast hard.
“N-no...”
“Then how about responding to my kiss more actively?”
“W-why should I...”
She trailed off, cheeks blazing red. I chuckled, sliding my hand from her breasts down her slender waist.
“Don’t you wanna be free?”
“Huh?”
“I just said it—show some sincerity if you want out. Comprehension’s not your forte, huh?”
Teasing her with chuckles, Matilda bit her lower lip hard, her ears turning scarlet. But moments later, she leaned in first, pressing her lips to mine. Her slightly parted mouth nipped lightly at my lower lip.
“...Much better.”
Satisfied, I thrust my tongue into her mouth.
“Hmmp!”
Her eyes went wide as my tongue invaded. But she soon squeezed them shut, desperately holding back to keep from pushing me out.
“...Hah, mmph. Mmm.”
Her mouth—immobile, unresisting—was so sweet. I stirred it playfully, teasing every corner. Occasionally prodding her tongue, pinned to the floor, to draw out reactions.
“Eek...”
Her shoulders shuddered. Not just them—her cheeks twitched, eyes quivering with unshed tears. So at odds with her tough exterior; this side was pure innocence. Adorably unexpected.
Saved her kisses for someone special?
Chuckling inwardly, I mashed our lips harder. I ravaged her mouth wherever our tongues met.
“Guhp... Kkhuhmp!”
She hacked like she was choking. I pulled back slightly.
“...Hah! Haah, haah. Haa...”
Panting like she’d been waiting, Matilda caught her breath. Caressing her firm thighs, I advised.
“Breathe through your nose when kissing.”
“I-I know...!”
She snapped, frustration boiling over. Amused, I chuckled and pressed.
“You saved your kisses for someone you love, didn’t you?”
“...!!”
She flinched hard, staring at me. Nailed it.
“Can’t wrap my head around it. You throw your body around freely but hoard kisses like a virgin? Weird code.”
“W-what’s it to you!!”
She yelled, face crumpling like she might burst into tears. Push a little more, and she’d sob like a kid robbed of her favorite toy.
“Fair enough, none of my business.”
I grabbed her chin, forcing her gaze to mine.
“...Stick out your tongue.”
“...”
Blushing from forehead to neck, she obediently extended it. That red tongue looked so lovable. Especially since her lower mouth had seen plenty of action, while the upper stayed pristine. Bottom slutty as hell, top pure as snow. Ironic as fuck.
“Eek!”
I nipped her protruding tongue; a sharp cry escaped. But as I sucked and licked it, hot breaths poured from her lips. The breast in my hand swelled repeatedly, betraying her arousal.
Slowly sucking her tongue, I commanded.
“Open your eyes.”
She lifted her teary eyelids.
“Uh...!”
Our eyes locked; she moaned softly and tried yanking her head back. Shame crashing over her. But I wasn’t letting go. My left hand shot up to cradle her head.
“Hmmp, uh!”
No escape—she took the kiss again.
“...Hah, uh. Stop... Hmmp!”
She whipped her head side to side, dodging futilely. Each time, I pinned her lips, trapping her.
“Hmph!”
Slipping a hand into her pants, I felt slick wetness.
“Cumming from just a kiss? Pretty slutty, huh?”
“T-that’s... Hmmp!”
Teasing, I kissed her again, ravaging her mouth. She melted into quivering, pleasure-drenched moans every time.
Back when she first took my kiss, it was all flustered shock... The Training Room effect was unreal.
“Hah, mm. Mmm.”
Kisses piled on; she writhed her whole body with needy whimpers. Her nipples stiffened prominently, poking out.
She sensed it, desperately hiding her changes. But I caught everything—trembling fingertips, shifting breaths, feverish skin. Nothing escaped my watch.
“Haa.”
The kiss finally broke. Matilda’s cheeks glowed crimson as she panted raggedly.